Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Brick,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.